Let Me Marry you

He's like my brother. My teacher. my brother's best friend and right now he's buried inside me thick, throbbing,stretching me open while my brother is on the phone.

i can barely breathe, barely think. Rudra grips my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as he slams into me. pulling out enough just to make me whimper before driving back in harder , deeper !!

"Nandani" my brother's voice crackles through the speaker, laced with concern , "Tu thik hai na?"

i bite down on my lips , my walls fluttering around rudra's cock as he grinds against me, rolling his lips in that devastating way that make me see stars

"H-Ha, bh-bhai-bhaiya", i stammer, my voice high pitched,breathless.

Rudra smirks against my neck,his breathe hot as he whispers , "Be a good girl, Don't let your brother hear you getting fucked"

i shudder, God, he's so deep.So thick, Every push , every pull sends me spiraling.

"Tu thik nhi lag rahi" my brother presses , "what's going on?"

Ha,bhaiya, what's going on is that your best friend has me pinned down, stretching my greedy little cunt, dragging me to the edge while i fight to keep my moans in.

"H-Hame Th-Thand lag rahi hai" ,i lie choking on a gasp as rudra's finger find my clit, circling it mercilessly, teasing, punishing.

His other hand wraps around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my head swim. my body is on fire, my pulse hammering.

Wet, obscence sounds fill the air- skin slapping,the sticky slide of his cock,dragging against my stick walls,the groans he lets out every time i Tighten around him.

"Nandani"

i can't take it. i bury my face into the pillow, biting down as my orgasm crashes through me.
Rudra feels it-he growls,grips my hips harder, and fuck me through it, relentless brutal.

This is wrong.So,so wrong.

And yet i never want it to stop.